Epilogue
Jane, one year later…
I couldn’t wait to get home – to him.
The past weeks had been super stressful. And that was an understatement. I’d been pulling all-nighters to meet project deadlines and find time to study for exams. I was going crazy…and becoming ugly due to stress. I didn’t care about wearing make-up the past few days. Everyone in the university was a walking zombie, and no one took the time to look the least bit presentable.
And here I thought the high school workload was bad.
I made an exception today though with the flirty floral dress and a pair of strappy wedges. I’d even taken the effort this morning to apply some make-up and curl my hair and did a retouch just a few minutes ago, the moment my last exam ended. With no more exams and projects to think about, I could finally relieve some stress, and in the best way I thought possible – sex.
I rushed home to Gregory’s – our – house and made sure to keep within the speed limit. Calling him Mr. Parker was saved for the bedroom, and Gregory was how I usually called him now, behind ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. I’d moved in with him a few months ago, and I couldn’t believe we’d been together almost a year. None of our friends or family thought we’d last the summer. But I knew. I knew the first time he touched me that I wanted more. Not last? Ha!
I stepped on the brake pedal the moment I pulled into the driveway. I turned the engine off before I rushed to the front door, leaving my books, laptop, and bag behind. I couldn’t care less about them now that all my deadlines were done.
I rang the doorbell twice before a mischievous smile and knowing caramel brown eyes greeted me.
“You’re home early. I was thinking you were going to celebrate with your friends…” Those ever-familiar eyes roved my body from head to toe before they went back up to my breasts and then my eyes.
“I thought of another way of celebrating,” I said with full confidence. “Mr. Parker.”
I grabbed the ends of my dress and lifted it up. His eyes widened at the sight of my underwear-free pussy, bare and wet for him.
“Don’t tell me you took your exams without any panties…” He couldn’t help the groan that left his lips, and I noticed the growing bump beneath his jeans.
I took a step and then two closer to him and whispered, “I did, Mr. Parker. That’s why I finished the exam earlier than everyone else. I was thinking about you, not the test, and my pussy was getting wet in class.”
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he said, his firm, strong hand resting against my bum. “I think I have to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t think so, Lawman,” came my response, coupled with a teasing smirk. He’d passed the February bar exam in just received the results last week. He was a lawyer now, with a fancy new office downtown. That office had a very nice desk, a desk we hadn’t christened yet. I grinned up at him. “You’re not a teacher anymore. And besides…I think I was a good girl today. For finishing the exam well before time was up? And I managed not to leave a single question blank.”
He managed a low, raspy chuckle before his hold tightened around my ass. With one swift tug, he pulled me inside the house – our home – and slammed the door closed behind us. In seconds, I was pushed up against the wall and my dress hiked dangerously above my hips. Only air separated my pussy from his hand as his fingers slowly closed the distance between us.
“I still have things to teach you, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“So baby…have you been a good girl or bad girl?” he whispered, warm breath massaging my burning skin, as his fingers rubbed up and down my entrance. “One gets dick in the pussy, and the other gets fucked in the ass.”
I couldn’t help but let the breathy moan escape my lips. Which was which?
Did I care?
No. I didn’t. “Either. As long as you’re the one fucking me.”
He pushed two fingers inside me as he held me pinned to the wall. My body bucked as I begged him for more.
He worked me with his fingers, his mouth locked to my throat, his free hand holding my wrists pinned above my head as I came all over his hand.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find him watching me, a look I’d never seen on his face. Serious. Intent.
“I love you, baby.”
God, I knew it. I knew it, but he rarely said the words. He showed me, though, every time he touched me, I felt it. “I love you, too.”
“Marry me.”
I gasped, shocked as he worked his fingers in and out of my body slowly, so slowly working my clit.
“You’re mine, Jane. This pussy is mine. Your heart is mine. Marry me.”
I nodded, biting my lip as an aftershock of pleasure whipped through me. Emotion flooded me as I lifted my lips for his kiss. “Yes, Mr. Parker. Yes.”
His pants dropped to the floor and he filled me up, right there against the wall. Rough and raw and just the way I wanted him.
Forever.
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